[FIC] Bite (ShiroAi; R)
Title: Bite
By: nikki hiiragizawa
Fandom: The Musical Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Shirota Yuu x Aiba Hiroki
Rating: R
Disclaimer: They aren't mine.
Note: Based on Aiba's recent teeth fixation -- I mean fixing. Done in a hurry, but I hope you April babies and ShiroAi readers will like it :).
Shirota has always loved Aiba's smile.
Maybe not just the way his lips stretches in amusement or the way he partly opens his mouth to let out a small laugh. Shirota thinks Aiba's mouth is one of the most amazing things god has ever done.
Shirota loves the way Aiba presses his lips when he's annoyed; the way he curls his upper lip upwards when trying to act spoiled and childish; the way his front teeth bites his lower lip when he's hesitant or unsure; the way his lower lip protrudes outward when he's in deep concentration. Watching Aiba and his expressions using his mouth has always made Shirota want to kiss the younger man senseless, whether up against a wall or down on the floor with Lala frolicking beside them.
And when Shirota does kiss Aiba, it would be another round Shirota's thoughts about Aiba's mouth.
Shirota would then think that he loves how Aiba purses his lips when they gently kiss, their lips barely touching. He loves the way Aiba's breathy groans tumbles off his mouth, only to be stopped as Shirota kisses him again. He loves the way his own tongue runs through the row of crooked teeth before tickling Aiba's palate (much to Aiba's half-hearted objection).
It is illegal, this fixation. Or so Shirota thinks. But those thoughts of how wrong he feels evaporates as their body heat mingles in the air over their bed. And Shirota thinks once more of how lucky he is to have the owner of that wonderful mouth all to himself. Only he can feel the slightly unevenness as Aiba gently grazes his teeth on his erection before looking up at him, silently apologizing for the inexperience. Only Shirota can feel the slight pain as Aiba's bites his shoulder in attempt to muffle his cries. Shirota never knew why Aiba does so much effort in making himself quieter -- the creaking bed that slams against the wall would be enough hint for the neighbors anyway. He never asks Aiba anyway. He only waits for the time they are both sticky, sweaty and satiated. That is when Aiba would shyly grin at him, dipping the fingers of both of his hands on their laps and shoving them into their mouths.
Starting with a smile and ending with a satisfied kiss, that is how Shirota defines his fixation.
Which is why it is not a surprise that he is annoyed when Aiba reports that he will have his teeth fixed. He couldn't do such sacrilege! Shirota's obsession, his source of pleasure, is to be taken away to be "fixed". Shirota knows that after the treatment, which Aiba attends without giving a damn about Shirota's feelings, Aiba will give a different smile, a different aura, a different kiss, a different --
"I hate you," Shirota confessed in mid-kiss, before finding himself with his back against the cold tiles of the men's restroom.
Aiba looks at him and smiles, his newly-cleaned and aligned teeth glistening in the semi-darkness. "No, you love me," Aiba insists. "I'm sorry for not telling you, but I'll offer compensation?"
As Aiba kneels before him and tugs his pants down, Shirota wonders if he can still love Aiba's mouth despite the changes in it. Maybe he needs to be convinced more.
After one particularly gentle but well-placed bite, the need for more convincing disappears with Shirota's breath.
.end.
Um. Yeah. We all know Aiba had his teeth aligned this February-March ^^;;;. It somehow came to me and begged to be written :P.
By: nikki hiiragizawa
Fandom: The Musical Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Shirota Yuu x Aiba Hiroki
Rating: R
Disclaimer: They aren't mine.
Note: Based on Aiba's recent teeth fixation -- I mean fixing. Done in a hurry, but I hope you April babies and ShiroAi readers will like it :).
Shirota has always loved Aiba's smile.
Maybe not just the way his lips stretches in amusement or the way he partly opens his mouth to let out a small laugh. Shirota thinks Aiba's mouth is one of the most amazing things god has ever done.
Shirota loves the way Aiba presses his lips when he's annoyed; the way he curls his upper lip upwards when trying to act spoiled and childish; the way his front teeth bites his lower lip when he's hesitant or unsure; the way his lower lip protrudes outward when he's in deep concentration. Watching Aiba and his expressions using his mouth has always made Shirota want to kiss the younger man senseless, whether up against a wall or down on the floor with Lala frolicking beside them.
And when Shirota does kiss Aiba, it would be another round Shirota's thoughts about Aiba's mouth.
Shirota would then think that he loves how Aiba purses his lips when they gently kiss, their lips barely touching. He loves the way Aiba's breathy groans tumbles off his mouth, only to be stopped as Shirota kisses him again. He loves the way his own tongue runs through the row of crooked teeth before tickling Aiba's palate (much to Aiba's half-hearted objection).
It is illegal, this fixation. Or so Shirota thinks. But those thoughts of how wrong he feels evaporates as their body heat mingles in the air over their bed. And Shirota thinks once more of how lucky he is to have the owner of that wonderful mouth all to himself. Only he can feel the slightly unevenness as Aiba gently grazes his teeth on his erection before looking up at him, silently apologizing for the inexperience. Only Shirota can feel the slight pain as Aiba's bites his shoulder in attempt to muffle his cries. Shirota never knew why Aiba does so much effort in making himself quieter -- the creaking bed that slams against the wall would be enough hint for the neighbors anyway. He never asks Aiba anyway. He only waits for the time they are both sticky, sweaty and satiated. That is when Aiba would shyly grin at him, dipping the fingers of both of his hands on their laps and shoving them into their mouths.
Starting with a smile and ending with a satisfied kiss, that is how Shirota defines his fixation.
Which is why it is not a surprise that he is annoyed when Aiba reports that he will have his teeth fixed. He couldn't do such sacrilege! Shirota's obsession, his source of pleasure, is to be taken away to be "fixed". Shirota knows that after the treatment, which Aiba attends without giving a damn about Shirota's feelings, Aiba will give a different smile, a different aura, a different kiss, a different --
"I hate you," Shirota confessed in mid-kiss, before finding himself with his back against the cold tiles of the men's restroom.
Aiba looks at him and smiles, his newly-cleaned and aligned teeth glistening in the semi-darkness. "No, you love me," Aiba insists. "I'm sorry for not telling you, but I'll offer compensation?"
As Aiba kneels before him and tugs his pants down, Shirota wonders if he can still love Aiba's mouth despite the changes in it. Maybe he needs to be convinced more.
After one particularly gentle but well-placed bite, the need for more convincing disappears with Shirota's breath.
.end.
Um. Yeah. We all know Aiba had his teeth aligned this February-March ^^;;;. It somehow came to me and begged to be written :P.